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Title: Well, Not Quite The Last Breakfast For Sam and Cam
Author: rolleson
Fandom: SG1
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/Cam
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sex
Summery: Sam and Cam still have each other.
Notes: Happy ending? 650 words.



“It's just you and me now,” Sam whispered, moving slowly on top of him, rolling her hips and making him swallow and grit his teeth.

“Yeah,” he said, holding onto her.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah.” She smiled.

“That okay with you?” he asked, stilling her for a moment, with a hard grip on her hips.

“Yeah,” he smiled back, then pushed her over onto her back, making her squeal, then rose up on his knees.

“Cam!”

“On your knees Sam,” he said, grinning.

“No,” she said, smiling back.

“Sam, I know you like it.”

“But I wanna be in charge,” she pouted, and then laughed, unable to keep serious.

“Buy ya breakfast,” he said, running his hand over her hip as she settled onto her knees, hugging a pillow beneath her, pushing her ass out towards him.

“I think Teal'c should buy breakfast for once,” she mumbled into the pillow, making a soft 'oh' noise as Cam pushed into her, “He nev-er buys breakfast.”

“Do Jaffa have money?”

“He has money,” Sam said, closing her eyes as Cam started to move in and out of her body, hands on her hips again, thumbs smoothing over her skin. She was glad that it was just them again, Daniel had been a nice distraction, but this, this is what she liked. All of Cam Mitchell's attention on her.

“Well he's not spending it on us,” he said, his voice a little strained and she squeezed her muscles around his shaft, smiling to herself when his perfect rhythm faltered. She liked Cam like this because he was imperfect except in the bedroom, until she had come along, he'd told her, a few months ago. She made him completely imperfect in bed, and was surprised he hadn't made an idiot of himself.

She had told him that he had made an idiot of himself on several occasions, but usually when he was asleep, either snoring, or talking softly. He'd argued that being asleep didn't count, that he'd meant during sex and Sam, Sam had kissed him and fucked him into her bed.

“He doesn't get anything out of it!” She cried out the last word, choked on it as Cam's hand snaked around her body to brush a finger over her clit.

“Sorry, 'bout to make an idiot,” he panted, “of myself.” She laughed at that, the sound of it muffled as he pounded her harder into the pillow. He pressed down on her clit again, and she started making little 'oh' noises again, over and over, and, she forgot what she was laughing about, what they were talking about.

“And we are not inviting Teal'c into our bed.”

“My bed,” she squeaked, “we always have sex in my bed, or in my house.”

“Because you refuse to enter my apartment,” he was panting harder now, moving faster, pressing and pinching her clit, “until I get a decontamination crew in there,” she laughed again, and squeezed his shaft inside her, making him falter, hoping he would fuck up, but he held on. “Fucking hell Sam!” he cried. She grinned, wanted to grin at him but couldn't move, could only take everything he had to give her. Which was every part of him. Which was fucking beautiful, then he pinched her clit, hard and she broke, crying out his name, and shaking beneath him, around him.

She was mumbling his name into the pillow when he followed her over the edge, jerking sporadically into her body a few times before falling back and almost falling of the end of her bed. Sam collapsed onto her stomach and they panted, harsh breath the only noise for a long while.

“I never want anyone else,” he said, his head dangling over the bed. She turned her head to look at his body, unable to meet his eyes but making sure he would hear her.

“Neither do I.”